And yet I find

Beautiful words from my wonderful friend, Rebecca Shapland.

Free Writing

Every time I hear you speak,

Like God, hearing the voice of Eve,

I am caught in silver spider webs of awe,

Before collapsing into sadness,

For I will never feel in my hands,

The soft curves of your words.

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